Consummation Poems

Our Moment of Consummation

When first we met ,your eyes' deep longing 
And the hunger in my heart  drew us
Together.
So sensuous and sinuous were you 
Setting my whole being atingle ,alight
And aflame.
My voice quivering  with your eager look
In anticipation of our union.
Every cell of my body came alive 
When your moist lips brushed mine
Your soft and sweet

Consummation

No hungry in heart 
blooming petals and ringdove 
seraphic consume

-24.11.2020 Chattogram

The Space Between Us

Sometimes the space between us feels un-natural, 
Like part of me is missing.  
These times I think of touching your shoulder 
With my finger, tracing the outline of your body 
With my hand. Where each curve leaves an outline 
I long to fill with parts of me. 
You are the luxurious softness I fall

Consummation

CONSUMMATION

I can smell the perfume of your breathe
My heart baths with the steam of your love
Am a charmist entangled by your portion
Stuck in your honey web fantasy
Just a small intrinsic charm
My expression from your depth without limits
Now is the beginning of endless levitation
Wake me up when its November
Because I will be gone with this body

A Consummation

Her Junihitoe
Now discarded and thrown down
To adorn the floor...
Reveals an inner beauty
Of that yet unblemished core.

The Last Consummation

The Last Consummation 

Hello. Good evening. Nice to see you. 
It is always good to have someone to talk to, 
especially now in my waning years, 
as Death is softly playing the piano in the next room. 
The piece he is playing is nearly over. 
I know this because I have lived a long time

Planetiary Consummation

Let me touch the milky way and finger each star
Hear the sounds of the universe within your palms
Hold close clay earth to simple string
Strum a song for me
Sing the words of wolves to moon
Or ocean to moon 
Or under the sun 
Allowing me to glow in your presence

This is complete out of body experience
Where for

Ageless Consummation

Let us kiss the sun to sleep
As we pluck stars to decorate our dreams.

Groans
Moans

On this bed of roses we shall empty our wants
To catch a dove and give it a home.

Sun
Rain

Seasons shall come and leave again
In this adventure on passion's train
In my arms you may go astray
I'll let the train carry us away.

Action
Inaction

Time doesn't care

Consummation

Consummation in life, the just reward
Complete satisfaction, confident smile
During smooth sailing and on through discord
Mixed emotions all over reconcile
Success in the end for that extra mile
Consummation of marriage, pure delights
Pleasures discovered, mouth watering sights
Bodies entangled, a passionate mesh
Euphoria reaches staggering heights
Both husband and wife becoming one flesh

Consummation of family, vast joys
Nurturing, caring for, all the

Consummation

Peacefully playful he pleasantly progresses
Wistfully wishful she whispers sweet willingness
Mystically mindful he mesmerized motionless
Lustfully lying she lavishes loveliness
Together they create triumphant tenderness



(In Dactyllic Tetrameter)
4/27/2016

Consummation

My back is half a moon
arched across the smooth expanse.
Silence
tickles my lips and drips from
the silver skin of
the round light
flare.
As you slowly pace yourself
into
consummation of our blue-black dreams
taking time,
to push me
over
the glowing horizon,
just as the hot-light starts to
flicker,
so we wake in panting
breaks
sweet wetness,
on our minds,
euphoric sheety scents
of you…
left in my
morning after,
after,
aftertaste…

The Consummation

Death has never felt so soft,
As a hush upon the face,
A kiss upon the back
Of the mind,
A lulling numbness,
To calm dis-ease,
And silence.

Death has never sounded so soft,
As the fourth movement
Of a composer
Who wrote to drink,
And drank to write
Away his loathe
Of self and life.

Death, I say, has never tasted so fine,
As a glorious banquet
To end the

Consummation

CONSUMMATION

She came again last night
with love-lights sparkling in her ebon eyes
and honey dripping from her lovely lips
and visited my chamber in the night,
I heard her come,
I heard her footfall on my stair,
I watched the door
and saw her beauty standing there.

How lovely to be loved and love
to meld into her sacred fire,
to know myself to be

A Consummation

A consummation
Feel the rhythm of the pen;
Marry the paper.

The Consummation of Greed

Thinking of the world as I stare into the nightfall bliss 
Of eternity                                          

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